Antsy. Nervous. Excited. Something good coming, but could be bad. Depends on her. She's thrilled.

Rachel continues to try to pay attention to the road, rather than pondering the reasons behind the woman's nerves.

The woman's nerves continue singing behind her in these alarm bells Rachel is learning to interpret, and eventually they reach her destination: a tall building with lots of windows, very pretty and very incongruous with its surroundings. Businesspeople walking here and there, looking busy and important.

Rachel quotes the fare.

The harried woman pays and leaves the car, her cloud of anxiety and excitement trailing after her.

Back to looking around for people who might hail a cab! (Like the people in the area, she'll wait a minute and see if anyone approaches.)

Here's this busy-looking businessman. He is probably very busy.

Wonderful! "Where to?"

He gives her an address and starts reading a document while he puts a seatbelt on.

Why today, why now, it could've waited, could've been later. But alright, he'll deal. He always does. It's why he was hired. Why is she taking so long?

Rachel was just waiting for the map to load and for him to belt up, is all.

The path is fairly short and straightforward.

For the City. Which just means there are no curves at angles greater than ninety degrees.

Aww. How nice of the City.

She takes the curves rather neatly, especially after the training on worse ones.

Not bad not bad here's their destination here's your money yes thank you bye bye.

– Next person?

Next person is a ping on her taxi app!

Ooh, fancy! Rachel tries to get directions to them.

The taxi app is helpfully hooked to the mapping app and gives her directions!

...it is rather close to the edge of the City.

How close? She doesn't recall being given regulations on what sort of zone she should cover…

That's because she wasn't! And it's pretty close, yep.

… Okay well Rachel is probably going to, like, see if she can quickly get some information about 'how close to the edge is how bad' and if that close is more than like, just a little bit worse than the rest of the city, she will consider the process for maybe ignoring it!

She'll find a lot of very alarmist websites and news decrying the state of disrepair of buildings there, and how people turn cubist all the time, and there are buildings that are missing floors—Rachel's building is not actually much farther from the edge than this person.

Sure, then, Rachel will come pick the person up. Since. She lives near the edge anyway so like okay this is awful but comparatively not that bad.

Ish.

It's a teenager. "Zag," she says, and gives Rachel an address.

Craphole. I live in a craphole. Moment in the sun, just a moment, then back to the craphole.

Rachel puts the address into her map app, makes sure the teenager has her seatbelt on and then starts driving.

Oh, good, getting out. Much better out here. One day. I'll live here one day.